5 Authors of Folk Music
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ScribdTranslationsThe Altos Railway
Sunday Bethancourt
I'm going to the south coast
The train is already walking
Upon leaving the station
My heart with emotion
Late of love
With my load of illusion
I am going by the railway.
Upon arriving in Patulul
Of the blue sky
The rumor of this song emerges.
Precious Suchitepéquez
Fertile and beautiful land
Hot and lush land
Cradle of Santo Domingo
I will sing to Saint Anthony
A girl cao and to the sea
I will sing to Cuyo Tenango
A Taguas coy Samayac
Mazatenango would like
In your lively station
Of your precious women
Like rosebuds
With your wide avenue
And joyful the freedom
Mazatenango I dream
Your carnival fair
Moon of Xelajú
Paco Pérez
Silver gardenia moon,
That in my serenade,
You become a song,
You who saw me singing,
you see me crying today,
My disappointment.
Moon-lit streets,
That were the cradle of my youth,
I come to sing to my beloved,
The silver moon of my Xelajú.
Moon of Xelajú,
That which you knew how to illuminate,
In my nights of sorrow,
For a brunette with a sweet gaze,
Moon of Xelajú,
You gave me inspiration,
The song that I'm singing to you today,
Watered with the tears of my heart.
In my life there will be no,
More affection than you, My love,
Because you are not ungrateful,
My silver moon,
Moon of Xelajú.
Moon that illuminated me,
In my nights of love,
And today you comfort my sorrow,
For a brunette who abandoned me
My beautiful Guatemala
Germán Alcántara
It is my beautiful Guatemala
A great country,
That in America
From the center God placed,
Is her soil paradise, where she nests
Peace, freedom.
Their wonderful blooming lands are,
for its flowers and its fruits an Eden,
it is the beautiful Guatemala,
my dear homeland
land of love.
Its high mountains,
their magical volcanoes
their beautiful prairies,
The charms are unparalleled.
The sun that shines on its ground,
her wheat fields
and gives grains to the corn
the palms and the pines
they grow in their forests
where the hummingbird nests.
Land of my ancestors,
my beautiful Guatemala
hello dear homeland
that in the whole world
it has no equal.
The Little San Juan Girl
José Ernesto Monzón
As we pass through the pastures
I saw a sanjuanerita
From the very large eyes
And from the little mouth
The ixtia was so cute.
That left me in love
And I always waited for her.
When I was coming to the market
Beautiful Sanjuanerita
Fill my mouth with honey
Since in exchange for the lips
God gave you a carnation
Beautiful little Sanjuanera
If you ever come to love me
We will live in your village
When you are my woman
Every day passed
With her basket of flowers
And I always expected her
to sing my loves
He was looking at me and laughing.
And I played with her braids
Because it was said the ixtia
That I was embarrassed
Beautiful little Sanjuanera
Fill my mouth with honey
Since in exchange for the lips
God put a carnation on you
Beautiful Sanjuanerita
If you come to love me
We will live in your town
When you are my woman.
WHY COULD THAT BE?
Why could that be?
What in Sololá
One suffers so much for wanting a woman,
You have my love,
I have yours,
That is my pride and that is why I suffer.
It will be the landscape,
It will be my lake,
The one who has wreaked havoc in my poor heart,
It is impossible
That I feel happy,
If my life is a lament
And I don't know the reason.
It is impossible
That I feel happy
If my life is a torment
And I don't know the reason.
Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh,
That fog
How my heart hurts,
Oh, oh, oh, oh,
That lagoon
Like no one else, I want her.